|
Speaking of jumping out of things:
"Marco!"
"Hugo!"
"No, you say 'Polo' when I say 'Marco'."
"Who's Polo? And why do you call me Marco?"
"Because those are the rules of the game, Lefty!"
"There's a game named Lefty?"
"NO! I keep my eyes closed, antromopomorphically speaking, and call out "Marco", and you call out "Polo", and I try to locate you through echo-analysis and doppler-shift pattern recognition."
"Oh, just like at the Smart Wool Training Camp and Hatchery. But who is Marco Polo?"
"An Italian who explored China in search of noodles."
"Is that why you have that Made in China tag now?"
"No, that's to try to fool Mrs. Ye into giving me freebies at Ye Olde Asian Massage Parlor. Never mind that, you hide and we'll play. Ready? Marco!"
"Hugo!"
"I give up. Let's just take turns jumping out of the cupboards at Zelda and barking at the cats, like we usually do."
"Polo!!"
|